Lyrics

Lord, with what bounty and rare clemency Hast thou redeemed us from the grave! If thou hadst let us run, Gladly had man adored the sun, And thought his god most brave; Where now we shall be better gods than he. Thou hast but two rare cabinets full of treasure, The Trinity , and Incarnation : Thou hast unlocked them both, And made them jewels to betroth The work of thy creation Unto thyself in everlasting pleasure. The statelier cabinet is the Trinity , Whosе sparkling light access denies: Thеrefore thou dost not show This fully to us, till death blow The dust into our eyes: For by that powder thou wilt make us see. But all thy sweets are packed up in the other; Thy mercies thither flock and flow: That as the first affrights, This may allure us with delights; Because this box we know; For we have all of us just such another. But man is close, reserved, and dark to thee: When thou demandest but a heart, He cavils instantly. In his poor cabinet of bone Sins have their box apart, Defrauding thee, who gavest two for one.